by Ella Hilton
Her heart was racing and she was happy to know that he was her last customer for the evening. The tall handsome Sir was doing something she could not quite comprehend. It was a terror. In her mind she often envisioned her desires coming to play, but was not sure what it was all about. A friend had given her a book called “The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty”. A title her shop hadn't carried. Being the avid fan of childhood fairytales, she was excited to read the tale. Little did she know that it would stir such feelings inside of her. Little did she know it would awaken her needs. Her calling to submit.
As the transaction processed, sir decided that he was to have this sweet nymph. He was anxious to understand how this girl could evoke such intense chemistry and they hadn't spoken more than a few words to one another. Sir decided that he would embark on his quest.
"I am relatively new to the area and am looking for a great place to dine. Might you know of a quiet and peaceful place nearby?", asked The Sir.
"Well Sir," she sweetly replied, "there is a wonderful place around the corner near 8th Avenue that has a specialty dish every evening. The atmosphere is serene and pleasant. It's called 'The Faint Whisper' I don't live far from there and I frequent it often. I'm sure a man such as yourself would find it rather enjoyable."
With that she smiled and handed him his slip to sign. As he did he looked deeply and rather sternly into her eyes and spoke," Wonderful, I would like for you to join me...Sarah"
She looked astonished as he spoke her name and wondered how he knew it. He smiled in the direction of her breasts and realized that it was her nametag. She was taken so strongly by this gentleman. Not entirely shy, but indeed bashful, she found herself agreeing politely to the captivating Sir.
"Oh thank you sweet one." and she gasped. Not realizing that she even had those words as part of her vocabulary, she closed her eyes shut in utter embarrassment.
The Sir was smiling wickedly as he knew he just opened the doors to what would be a most welcoming experience.
"It's ok dear girl," he said as he gently patted her hand, "just be there promptly at 9 pm in a black dress." The Sir gathered his newly acquired belongings and left.
Sarah was baffled, awestruck and humbled all in one moment. She immediately closed the shop after The Sir's departure. She couldn't believe what she had just agreed to. Here she stood, amazed that she accepted The Sir’s invitation to dinner. She had not known him. He was only in the bookstore once prior and she hadn't laid eyes on him before. She was excited to know that this strong and intelligent prince chose her for company. She wondered what he saw in her. Her mind raced with many ideas of what would come of the evening. As she hurried home to bathe and change, she wondered what she would wear. The perfect dress came into mind.
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As she stepped through the door, Leonard greeted the sweet Sarah with wonderment about his face.
"Miss Sarah", he quipped as he hugged the frequent patron. "I've never seen you so beautiful. May I take your coat?'
"Oh Leonard," she responded so demurely, "thank you. I'm joining someone here, has a gentleman arrived?"
"Indeed, indeed!," he anxiously replied, " right this way."
As Leonard guided the lovely girl through the dining area, The Sir looked coyly and contentedly as his princess was brought to his table. Could he have pictured a lovelier sight? Perhaps not as his eyes danced up and down the girl’s full body. She was impeccable.
Her hair swept up into a bun with soft bangs framing her sweet face. Her eyes gleamed as they dazzled in the light of the candles of the tables about the room. They possessed an inviting sensuality to them that longed for the guidance of a strong sir. She was calling out to her Master. Her makeup was subtle but it brought out all the magnificent features of her submissive self. Yet this was just a taste of eye candy that would be the source of Sir's pleasure.
As Sarah walked closer, Sir could now see the rather large and rounded bosom that lie beneath the v-neck of her black dress. How delicious she looked as the fleshy caramel skin appeared so subtly to tease her Sir. They bounced wickedly under the strain of her black bra. As his eyes lowered, he caught once again her swaying hips and paused at her middle which was not flat. It was full and offered a place for his impending torture he could do to this creature's large body. The Sir secretly salivated. Lower his eyes went and took in the round soft appearance of her thighs. Her dress was quite long and it tightened as it went toward her ankles. She walked gracefully and elegantly to the table. The Sir stood to greet her. He gently took careful but guided hold of her right hand and gave it a soft gentle kiss. She sat down facing her sweet prince and he stared at his delectable creature with wonder.
As she put her purse to the side of her she felt under the table one of Sir's strong hands grab her thigh.
She looked at him obediently as he spoke.
"You my dear are quite beautiful. I'm not sure what to do with all of your loveliness."
"Well dear Sir," she sweetly purred, "You can do whatever you deem necessary for this untaken wench"
The Sir was overwhelmingly delighted in her response. How natural the words rolled off of her tongue. But she seemed so innocent, so unknowing. Had he been wrong in his assessment? He couldn't have been. He proceeded further.
The Sir asked matter of factly, "Now tell me Sarah, are you a novice?"
Sarah held her head low and let out a sigh.
"Yes sir," she replied," I am terribly unloved and have never served. I only know that this is something that is an innate part of me. It is not a put on. It comes from within. Am I worthy of such attention sir?"
The Sir grinned and stirred the ice in his beverage with his finger. He pulled it out and carefully placed it in-between the lips of the vixen. Sarah greedily suckled on The Sir's finger. Her tongue wet and sticky from her own forming saliva mixed in with tart flavor of The Sir's beverage. Her response was natural and complete. She wasn't sure what it was in his glass, but it mattered none. The Sir's finger made it all the sweeter.
Inside of her inner being, feelings of passion, wholeness, servitude and wanton desire swelled. She was dizzy with the idea of needing to submit. Her loins grew weak. Her womanhood wet with lust. She was at the helm.
The Sir took advantage of this. He pulled his finger out of her mouth and stared deep into her eyes. He said nothing.
Her mouth was pouty and childlike. She had a look of utter fear about her face. She wondered if she appeared too eager. Was her manner unacceptable? She did not know. Her passionate instincts knew no barriers and she responded to The Sir's first task without thought. The Sir continued his probe.
"You my dear," spoke The Sir, "will make a fine pet."
Sarah humbly smiled at The Sir and waited for her next instruction.
The End.
Strange Cure for Sexual Boredom
Rajan was not aware that the solution to the problem that was racking him was round the corner. His predicament was common enough. His wife Ganga was his housekeeper, cook, a companion of sorts, and when the occasion demanded a very good nurse, but she was not much of a wife. Rajan was not complaining that sex during the past few years was a rare event. After much persuasion she would agree, but during the act she was so sour-faced that Rajan ejaculated as quickly as possible and turned to the other side to sleep. That was something he had learnt to bear, but what really hurt was that Ganga was no longer tender towards him. In the small house in which they lived it would be difficult to avoid physical contact, but Ganga managed it. He sorely missed the touch of her hands, silky smooth in spite of housework, and her soft body against his, and her tender words. Why did she shun him? Her aversion to sex seemed to be the core of the problem. It did not occur to him that there could be other reasons, and that he may have some blame to share too. Even as he was at his desk in the municipal corporation office of Chennai with registers opened in front of him his thoughts were on the miserable life he led. What he did not know was that a
t the very moment Ganga, quite unintentionally, was working on a solution to his woes.
2
Saturday was holiday for the elementary school in which Ganga was a teacher, but she was on election duty. She had to go from house to house with a register and check the names and addresses in the electoral list and update them. It was not a difficult job. She was not unwelcome in the homes for the citizens played their role in their democratic society with enthusiasm. Moreover the advent of blocks of flats, which till recently were independent houses, made it possible for Ganga to complete her quota of fifty homes with a minimum of wandering.
She rang the bell of a fifth floor flat. The young man who answered the bell was strikingly handsome. He was tall and fair with curly hair and a charming smile. Ganga explained the purpose of her visit, and with pen poised over her open register she prepared to ask her routine questions.
The young man made a quick assessment. He decided it was worth a try. The woman was middle aged with a face that cannot launch even a catamaran, but she had a good figure and broad hips. He was without sex for almost a month and sex starved men, young or old, are not too finicky in their choice of women. Availability is their key word.
"Please come in," said the young man.
"That won't be necessary; after all it may not take more than a minute or two to make the alterations," she said.
"It is a hot day, and to sit under a fan may not be a bad idea. You are quite winded."
"Yes, I am a bit breathless" she said, "I thought I need not take the lift from floor four to five."
"We often make that mistake too. Rarefied air maybe." He laughed. She came in and took a seat. "So you want to check if the particulars in your register need alteration."
"That's correct. Raghavan must be your father."
"Yes."
"I have to alter the age. Anything else needing change." She read the particulars.
"None."
"What is his age now?"
"Sixty five." She corrected his age as well as his wife's.
"Who is Suman?"
"I am Suman. Age currently twenty eight."
"Marital status?"
"No change." She looked up quizzically. "Most probably for the next check five years from now it would be the same too."
"Any reason?"
"Must be my stars. Could I offer a drink?" She thought for a while.
"Water may be."
"Iced?"
"If possible." He produced a bottle and a tall tumbler. Suman watched her as she drank the water. He estimated her age to be in the late thirties. Her nose was flat; she had prominent teeth, and large bulbous eyes. Not pretty, but she was not without some charm. Suman attributed it to her eyes that in addition to being large were bright. She helped herself to two full tumblers.
"You must have been very thirsty." She nodded.
"Any more questions?"
"No," she said preparing to leave.
"Please, not so soon. May I ask some questions?"
"Yes."
"You know a lot about myself. You have to return the compliment." She smiled faintly.
"It does not follow, but you can ask"
"Your name." She hesitated, and then answered.
"Ganga."
"Can you tell me the only river that is male?"
"Brahmaputra." She smiled; just a suggestion of a smile. "If you should ask me the names of the capital city of the all the states I can answer that, and many others questions of that sort too," she said. "I have been a teacher for 18 years."
"Eighteen? Then you must have started when eleven." She laughed.
"Thanks for the compliment. Well I got in when I was twenty-one.
"You don't look that. Your large bright eyes make you look youthful."
"Yes my eyes are indeed large. One doctor actually suspected thyroid disease."
"Eye lashes are long too." Ganga flicked her eyelashes with her index finger as if to test the length of the lashes. She rearranged the pallav of her sari to hide her generous valley.
"Don't do that," said Suman.
"Do what?"
"Cover yourself. You have such a nice figure." She became agitated. She rose.
"I must be going."
"Please don't. The whole day I have been alone. Mom and Dad are away to be with my sister in Delhi. I can chat, and you can rest."
"I am in a hurry. I have to do more houses and then get home in time to receive my children back from school."
"You mean you have a daily quota?"
"Yes."
"Are you ahead or behind your quota?"
"Ahead."
"You are actually working your next day's quota."
"Yes."
"In that case you can go home straight from here. Do you like teaching?"
"I do, very much."
"What are the ages of your pupils?"
"Nine and ten."'
"Boys and girls?"
"It is a girl's school, but we have boys in the lower classes."
"Boys I believe can make a nuisance of themselves with their mischief."
"I like the mischievous ones. They are so cute."
"In that case if I had been your pupil I might have been a favourite of yours."
"Were you that bad?"
"Good you should have said?" She laughed for the first time.
"Good indeed. If I like them then they must be good." Once again Ganga readjusted her pallav that had gone awry.
"Don't do that please." She looked up. "This time OK, but not again," he said. His voice was soft and pleading.
"I think I will go," she said collecting her register from the table.
"Please don't. It's so nice talking to you. Please put back the book." She did so slowly, keeping eye contact all the time as if she was on guard. "Think of me as one of your mischievous pupils and take a liking for me." She kept on the eye contact. The large eyes were expressionless.
"Do you know that we mischievous boys like the teachers we bother? The more we trouble them in the class the more we like them. One day I troubled a teacher to exasperation in the class. When I went home for lunch I took a whole slab of chocolate that I could hardly afford to give away and hid in among by books. That evening I waylaid the teacher on her way home, apologised for the trouble I had caused, and gave the chocolate. She looked at me, she smiled and bent down and kissed me on the cheek. 'Keep the chocolate,' she said. I must have blushed furiously for she tweaked my cheek. 'You can be good too,' she said. Have any of your pupils given you chocolate?"
"Many have but not the way you did. They distribute chocolates on their birthdays"
"Have you kissed any of them?"
"No." She laughed. "But that is not to say that I would not have if an opportunity had offered."
"Has any pupil kissed you?"
"No," she said. Her sari had gone awry again and instinctively her hand went towards it.
"Hmmm," said Suman. She smiled and took her hand away. Suman expected her to do that. In addition to being handsome he had a lot of charisma. Not many women could resist him when he turned on the full force of his charm upon them. She darted a glance at her valley and then she looked up. Suman's eyes were on the valley. Once again her hand went to the pallav, but she took her hand away and smiled. Yes, he was indeed a very handsome fellow. Much more so than many of the film stars she fantasised about. Why not humour him? Her heart thudded at the thought.
"You want to see more?" she said hospitably. Suman nodded so vigorously that there was danger of dislocating his neck. She removed the pallav altogether.
"Magnificent," said Suman. He seemed not satisfied that the word did justice to what he was witnessing. "Glorious," he added. He got up and boldly went up to her and kissed her on the cheek. "A pupil has finally kissed you." He then did something that no pupil would have done. He held her chin and turned her face towards him and pecked her on the lips. She did not re
spond, but she did not object either. He placed one hands on her breast and gently kneaded.
"Please don't," she said, but she did not resist. He kissed her neck and then he boldly unhooked her blouse.
"Please Suman, please don't," she said. Her voice was hoarse. He undid her bra clasp and exposed her breasts.
"Oh! Wonderful," he said, as indeed they were. He kneaded them. "The nipples are just perfect. I would be failing in my duty if I do not do it the honours." He went down on his knees and took a tit between his infolded lips and bit vigorously.
